Neville |
Mittens |
Last Friday, however, our worlds collided and it wasn't pretty.
Ma and Sister were in the back room (formerly known as the Land of No) cleaning the cages while Mittens and Neville ran around the room in their clear plastic hamster balls. Usually, I ignore the seemingly self-propelling balls--after all, I've never been interested in chasing balls--but on this particular day, I felt curious and pushed my way into the room to investigate.
At first, I serenely watched as the two hamsters ran back and forth across the room. They seemed content enough, bouncing off the walls and racing from one corner of the room to the other. But then, it happened. One hamster, Mittens, made a sudden right turn and began to charge me.
Horrified, I tried backing out of the room, but found myself stymied by the combination of hard wood floor and furry feet. As I slipped and skidded in place, the hamster charging me suddenly veered off and away. Relieved, I focused on getting my legs back under me. Secure with my footing, I looked up and, to my horror, I discovered that Neville was now charging me.
Once again, my feet started slipping and skidding out from under me, but somehow, don't ask me how, I manage to propel myself backward and out of the room where I was protected by the door saddle which is apparently next to insurmountable via hamster ball.
Needless to say, it's going to be a long time before I live down the events of that evening
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